Beast He glimmers with magnificence, glorious in the light. Eyes of sky, hair of midnight. And when he smiles, his sharp teeth shine, Beauty shimmers in all his grace. But it's in the dark, where the glamour is peeled away, when the animal comes alive. His pulse runs fast and veins turn black, and he is with the night. His lion-heart freezes into ice, his blood in a boiling rage, the beast has awoken, and the shadows has risen, and the blood thirst haunts the night.
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